Like a boxer with a glass jaw. The current goes out if you just breathe on it.
It don’t matter f ur pretty,
It don’t matter f ur dum.
It don’t matter f u nvr txt,
I lied, I hate u, u bstrd bum.
I felt @ 1st dat der was magic,
When my fingrs quickly typd away.
Like our fingrs were connected,
W/ lil cell particles n waves.
But now u don’t txt me…
N thru pasv-agrsve habit,
I send u gud pm txts everynite,
N pray ur dog is rabid.
Thanx a lot u bitch,
My keypad is worn dwn.
I felt d need 2 txt u hourly,
I havcarpotunnel now.
Gud fuckin pm!